Tuesday, February 13, 2007

I Am by John Clare

I am choosing this poem because it is not something that I would normally choose to reflect on. I believe this because it is a poem about death, or at least it is to me. The person that is talking seems to be in conflict with himself, he doesn't like the place where he is at right now and believes that no one else cares that he is unhappy. You read the poem and realize that he is dead. His friends don't think of him anymore, the people that he loved think of him as a stranger now, and would like to be in an untroubled place. He lives his life in the quiet nothingness where he says that there are no joys. Yet, I believe that he is fighting these feelings and he misses the people that believe he is a stranger now and he is upset that he is in a different world. For me, this poem seems very poignant because once you die, you seem to be nothing to anyone, but in reality you are great memories to the ones that remember you and are still very loved.

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